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It took me too long to realize, too late in my life to learn why my heart is so fickle, why my heart is so rash, so melancholy or boisterous, so timid yet unapologetically loud.
My dear heart, You are broken, you are tattered, you are torn. I am sorry for the way I scoff and scorn, At what you feel and intend to mean, for I am afraid of my darkened dreams.
Let's just chill, sit on top of a car,
The monster inside me is winning. I tried to hold it off for so long. My strength is winding down. This battle is won. I am messing with love. You love her, and I cannot control that.
My heart is in Rio To Rio I will fly Far across the sea and the ever blue sky My heart is in Rio There I shall hide While through the air bright birds glide I flew to Rio my heart to find